Heart of my heart,
If you could come again,
And I could look once more into the blue
Clear depths of your dear eyes whose soul I knew,
Should I be free of this eternal pain,
Heart of my heart?

Heart of my heart,
If I could kiss your brow,
The broad young brow that promised virile thought,
With lines of vital joy and ardor wrought,
Would such a kiss suffice me even now,
Heart of my heart?

Heart of my heart,
If I could hear your voice
And thrill to its clear tone with dazed delight,
Would all the world seem luminous and bright
And every living thing with me rejoice,
Heart of my heart?

Heart of my heart,
If I could touch your hand
And feel its vibrant strength enclose my own,
I sometimes think the very touch alone
Would answer all my soul could e'er demand,
Heart of my heart?

Heart of my heart,
If this could ever be,
And all my loneliness were so forgot
In your dear presence, yet I could not blot
From out my heart this mortal misery,
Heart of my heart!

Heart of my heart,
To taste the depths I've known
Is to be part of this World's utter woe.
How could I then forget the pain I know?
Pain and my heart so firmly knit have grown,
Heart of my heart!

Heart of my heart,
Not even your loved smile
Could ever wake my own to answering glee,
For, from the knowledge of Earth's agony,
No sweet reunion could my thoughts beguile,
Heart of my heart!

Heart of my heart,
My lips have drunk too deep
Of Marah's waters ever to forget.
All I can do, with eyes from anguish wet,
Is but to love and weep with those that weep,
Heart of my heart!